Hushed Willows What I would do to take away this fear of being loved

Kavos did not carry the hesitance that had been holding back Piralux from exploring further. His time was spent experiencing new sights and smells and there was little that often threw him off guard. He did not fear, nor did he feel much-- which was something odd for a child his age. Instead the ghost of a cub merely survived and did what he could do to thrive.

It was as he napped that sounds began relevant to him. It began with a delicate pop and the sensation within his perked ears caused him to wake. Instead of a sense of wonder, irritation was quick to fill his being and he drew a forepaw to his forehead and attempted to bat at his ear.

Too much was coming to him at once-- the bubbling of the creek, the caw of a crow; he couldn’t stand it. The final straw to this melodic hysteria was the squealing that came from Piralux. His anger bubbled over and erupted in the form of a gargled growl. The outcome of his anger frightened him a bit and in response he looked to Piralux with wide eyes and sat with a tilted head, as if asking her “What is going on?!”